The Wrack

The Wrack is the Wells Reserve blog, our collective logbook on the web.

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  • More than Meets the Eye

    Steffanie Munguia
    | July 1, 2015 | Filed under: Observations

    I have volunteered at environmental centers for most of my life. The most popular question by far is some variation on "Where is everything? We didn't see anything!" They probably saw lots of things — but just didn't notice them.

  • What Remains

    | August 16, 2014

    Fabricating 'Reading the Landscape

    The following was published in the Biddeford-Saco Journal Tribune Sunday edition, 8/17/2014.

    Around the time I was twelve, I went through what my parents called “the Indiana Jones stage.” I wore an officially licensed brown fedora, carried a homemade clothesline “bullwhip,” and definitely expected to be an archaeologist when I grew up. I even talked my way into a field expedition to the Caribbean island of Grenada, though I was two years short of their minimum age requirement. Rules didn’t matter – in search of lost tribes, buried treasure, even whip-cracking adventure, I dreamt only of piercing the jungle’s dark heart. Cue the trumpets!

  • Who Let the Dogs Out? (WARNING: partial nudity)

    | June 7, 2013

    vicious beasts

    "Isn't that the place that doesn't allow dogs?" is the question I get almost invariably when I reveal where I work.

    "That's right," I smile. No Pets, No Bikes* say our signs. Which means, regrettably, no dogs allowed here, even though I can think of few things that make me happier than boyhood memories of autumn walks with my favorite mutt, Buck, at my side.

    Alas, dogs (along with bikes, horses, snowmobiles, ATVs, stereos, lasers, monster trucks, etc.) have been barred from the Wells Reserve at Laudholm's trails since the early 90's.


    Well, the short answer is: to preserve the nature here at the Reserve.

    But here's my longer answer.

  • A Magic Place

    | November 26, 2012

    I stopped short on the wooden boardwalk of the Laird-Norton Trail. The fog of my breath flew a few more feet ahead of me, dissipating slowly in the still air. It was my first time at the Reserve, and I was alone in the woods.

    And something was coming towards me. Something big.

    I tried to swivel my ears in the direction of the sound. Picture a grown man in a business suit, in a ski hat with pinned-up earflaps, trying to swivel his ears.

    Crunch-crunch, crunch-crunch, crunch-crunch it came, approaching quickly.

  • Boardwalk Completed over Muskie Bog

    Charles Lord
    | November 9, 2010 | Filed under: Culture

    A new boardwalk protects a fragile bog habitat while keeping feet quite a bit drier. This has been a long-desired improvement.

  • Installing Salt Marsh Loop Interpretive Signs

    | April 14, 2008 | Filed under: News

    Eight interpretive signs got installed along the Salt Marsh Loop and in the native plant demonstration garden.